Chapter Fifteen: A Domineering, Cunning Top x A Delicate, Beautiful Bottom

A full moon, like a blooming rose, exudes fragrance and shines in the azure sky.

The path Song Nian'an took home was bathed in rosy moonlight.

Just after class ended, Song Nian'an saw Wen Jing's car at the door.

He was still chatting with Cheng Letian about his work when he saw that familiar figure leaning against the car, so he took small steps to catch up with him.

"I'm leaving now, Wen Jing is here to pick me up." Song Nian'an said goodbye to Cheng Letian as she ran backwards, but accidentally missed a stone block on the ground and leaned back.

One arm embraced him.

The students who passed by were all captivated by the handsome prince.

Wow, so handsome! Shall I ask for his WeChat?

Pshaw, I'm his legal partner, I just added him yesterday, what are you guys adding him for?

"I really want to be his girlfriend!"

I'm sorry, you've already missed your chance.

Song Nian'an stood up and put her arm around Wen Jing's arm, pressing her face intimately against his arm like a lion asserting its dominance.

Wen Jing smiled and took his hand.

The car was right in front of them, but Wen Jing pulled him towards the back street of the school.

"Auntie didn't cook dinner tonight, how about we find something to eat near the school?" Wen Jing asked for his opinion in a friendly tone.

Song Nian'an nodded obediently.

His palms were sweating profusely with nervousness. He tried to pull his hand away, but Wen Jing gripped it even tighter.

Helpless, Song Nian'an could only follow quietly behind like a doll.

[Why does Wen Jing seem so familiar with the school roads?] Song Nian'an wondered.

Wen Jing paused for a moment, then took the initiative to explain, "I also graduated from your university, I was a junior."

The campus was bustling with activity right after class, with couples showing affection and feeding each other at the food and fruit stalls. As Song Nian'an passed by, she glanced at them a couple more times, but then felt too shy to look away.

Wen Jing pulled him to a small noodle shop in a back alley and they sat down.

The proprietress walked over with a smile, holding a small notebook. "Two handsome gentlemen, what kind of noodles would you like?"

Wen Jing carefully wiped the table with a tissue and asked Song Nian'an, "What kind of noodles do you want to eat?"

Song Nian'an mumbled, "Anything is fine, you decide."

Her outward composure couldn't hide the jealousy in her heart.

【Don't you know how handsome you are, Mr. Wen! Everyone from the proprietress to the young ladies stared at you as you walked by! Don't be so blatantly holding my hand!!】

Song Nian'an was extremely socially awkward. Hearing the whispers of the students at the next table, he instinctively pulled his hands back and lowered his head in embarrassment.

He pulled up the hood of his coat, sniffed, and pretended that he was cold rather than being stared at.

"I...I'll just have fried noodles with eggs," Song Nian'an stammered nervously.

"Then I'll have fried noodles with eggs and tomato and egg noodles, neither of them spicy."

Wen Jing smiled at the proprietress, making her overjoyed.

Song Nian'an rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, [Tch, she's attractive to both men and women, young and old alike.]

The old crabapple tree in the back alley swayed, its branches laden with blossoms, the ground covered in a carpet of petals like snow. Wen Jing reached out and touched Song Nian'an's eyes.

Did the wind blow sand into your eyes?

"It seems...yes."

—It wasn't sand that got in, it was vinegar.

His breath drew closer, and taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, he brought his lips close, fiddled with his eyelids, and gently blew on them.

"Come here, let me blow on it for you."

The noise from the roadside, the honking of vehicles, and the shouts of shopkeepers all stopped.

All that could be heard was Wen Jing's rising and falling breaths and his own heartbeat.

[I was just rolling my eyes! My eyes don't hurt! Stop bragging!]

Wen Jing withdrew his hand, just as the noodles were served.

Some students who already ship BL (Boys' Love) couples took pictures of their backs, captioning them "Daddy-like, scheming seme x delicate, beautiful uke." They then posted the pictures on the school's online forum.

The thread went off-topic, with many fans of the school's on-screen couple starting to look for the main characters in this campus romance.

Song Nian'an quickly finished his noodles, got up and walked out; he just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Night fell, and a profound silence enveloped the entire school.

Under the moonlight, only the flowers bloomed quietly, and their fragrance drifted gently.

Wen Jing took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, lowered his neck, brought his face close, and pointed to the grease stain on the corner of his mouth.

The meaning was obvious: he wanted Song Nian'an to wipe his mouth.

Song Nian'an carefully took the tissue and clumsily wiped his mouth.

Because we were so close and the scent was so strong, I accidentally got a blush on my face.

The streetlights were too bright, casting a hazy, ambiguous glow on the two of them.

Their shadows intertwined, like a couple passionately kissing.

It was past nine o'clock when Wen Jing got home. He took off his coat, draped it over the back of the sofa, and lay down on the sofa.

He's been busy from morning till night and is quite tired. He leans back on the sofa and closes his eyes to rest.

A pair of delicate hands gently massaged his temples, not with much force, and then moved down his ear towards his shoulder.

The feeling of relaxation was truly intoxicating. Seeing that he had completely relaxed, Song Nian'an knelt down on the sofa and slowly massaged him.

Whether it was because the sofa was too soft or because he was too tired, when Wen Jing woke up, he saw Song Nian'an lying on his lap like a cat.

Wen Jing picked him up horizontally and carried him down the stairs to the bedroom. Just as he was about to put him down, the kitten woke up.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw myself being held in a princess carry, then I squeezed my eyes shut again.

"What, don't you want to see me?" Wen Jing's face was relaxed with a smile. "Why are you closing your eyes?"

Afraid of upsetting Wen Jing, Song Nian'an said excitedly, "It's not that I don't want to see you, it's just..."

Her dark eyelashes trembled, and she was speechless, unable to find a reason to excuse her shy behavior.

Wen Jing wrinkled her nose, her tone tinged with regret: "Then I'll sleep in the study tonight."

"No!" Song Nian'an immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him. "Don't go, let's sleep together."

The phrase "sleep together" caught Wen Jing off guard, and a certain flame ignited within her.

"Put me down first, it's too tiring to keep holding you."

"That massage felt really good, thank you."

Song Nian'an thought to herself, "Of course! I've specifically studied stress-relieving massage techniques, specifically to win over certain business tycoons. As the saying goes, to be healthy, you need a good massage. Liver meridian, gallbladder meridian, lymph nodes—I'll give you a set next time. Middle-aged men with kidney deficiency all say it's great."

Wen Jing's face was so dark it could drip ink. He hugged Song Nian'an tightly, his voice unconsciously drawn out.

"I'm not tired, I'm in great health, want to give it a try?"

"I don't want to." The voice was childish and sweet, like someone was pleading.

Song Nian'an patted his chest, reached out to pry his hands off, hurriedly jumped down, and fled into the bathroom.

My mind was already on a helicopter ride.

After Wen Jing turned off the light, he took off his bathrobe and lay down in wearing only black underwear.

These past two days, Song Nian'an has gotten used to the days without sex after marriage, and she has become increasingly unrestrained in bed.

Inner monologue: [Anyway, Wen Jing is sexually indifferent, so I'll just do whatever makes me comfortable. I'll just sleep with the blanket between my legs.]

He tucked the blanket between his legs and wiggled his hips back and forth.

Wen Jing was already drenched in sweat. Remembering his grandmother's phone call during the day, he said, "Do we have class tomorrow? Grandma wants us to go home for dinner."

"Okay, I don't have classes tomorrow."

What he didn't know was that Wen Jing had already received the class schedule, which happened to be the day he had arranged with his grandmother when he didn't have any classes.

"Go to sleep, goodnight." Wen Jing said before closing his eyes to rest.

Song Nian'an had just taken a nap and was now completely unable to sleep. He opened his phone and looked at Wen Jing's photo, his mind filled with erotic images, and after fantasizing for a long time, he finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

It's just that the gentleman who can hear his inner voice is suffering again.